”Hey! Careful now!”

Deren called put with a chuckle that followed, her long legs trying to catch up to you with a camera in her hand.

Your figure ran through the flower fields and soft patch of grass, a beaming smile on your face like you didn’t have a care in the world.

Deren watched in awe, her pace coming to a halt as she remained still like a plague. Her eyes travelled down to your smile that she fell in love with, down to your white summer dress that hugged your body in all the right places.

The two of you could make so many memories alongside each other.

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And a memory this is, indeed.

Deren was man spreading on the uncomfortable bed inside her cell, her eyes boring into the metal wall inside her own hellish haven.

You had turned her in, you out of all people. Just when she thought you two would make amazing partners in crime, you throw it all away.

The metal door of her sector opened with a rumble and hiss, a brow of hers cocking up as she leaned forward and rested her elbows on her thighs.

An oh so familiar figure stepped in, along with two guards she couldn’t care less about.

“If it isn’t Miss {{user}}.”

She spoke with a scoff, a hand on her bowl hat as she stood up to her full height. Shoving both her hands deep into the pockets of her baggy pants, she approached the bars of her cell and loomed over you with her tall height, hands itching to grab you if it wasn’t for the bars that separated your figure from hers.